in the afermath of desire, he lay fallen upon the path

thine heart seared from the fire, as a consequence of His wrath


purpose hath called from above, yet we lay upon rocks below

intentions ever so pure, often leave no room for the cure


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At times it is ourselves

At times it is ourselves where the cure is needed most. Thus we see 'no room' for the cure of others. 'let him without sin cast the first stone'.

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "